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Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

John Keats

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?
JOHN KEATS

Choice Death Drink Happiness Poet Soul Wine
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
JOHN KEATS

Intelligence Necessary Pain Philosophy See Soul Trouble World
You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
JOHN KEATS

Break Company Death Hurt Love Myself Pain Togetherness Yourself
I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
JOHN KEATS

Day Myself World Writing
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
JOHN KEATS

Delicate Fingers Ring Tiny White Wings
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
JOHN KEATS

Beyond Dreams Hope Shadow
The air is all softness.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Soft
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
JOHN KEATS

Man Soul World
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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Failure Greatness Myself
O aching time! O moments big as years!
JOHN KEATS

Big Hurt Moments Time
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
JOHN KEATS

Body Mindset Myself Oneself
Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful One Liner Truth
I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
JOHN KEATS

Choice Despair Energy Myself
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Fantasy Herself Sea Soft Tremble
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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Bird Divine Sing Truth

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

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